Like light, which lit
when those first words from God’s lips
sounded through space
and graced the wide abyss.
Like waves, which split
when the staff was lifted to the sea
and an eastern wind made sand
as solid as Egyptian streets.
Like nets, cast down
when Christ told working men
to quit and follow him—
“Come and be true fishers.”
Like those reluctant feet
that slipped into the washing bowl
and felt the rough hands and soft cloth
sweep across their soles.
O God, that I might answer like the light
and whisper with the waves—
with no more net, and with clean feet—
“Yes” to all you ask of me.
I’m just going to sit in this for a spell and let its truth wash over me. thank you. Love you